“Brown cliffs with deep green lakes in the hollows, flat blade-like trees that waved from root to tip, round boulders of grey stone, vast crumpled

Loving and Leaving them for 32 years
“Brown cliffs with deep green lakes in the hollows, flat blade-like trees that waved from root to tip, round boulders of grey stone, vast crumpled
“The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.” — Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 21
“She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine …” ― Virginia Woolf, Night and Day That’s the way this day in
“All the lives we’ve ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.” — Virginia Woolf, from The Waves